Dusty Road (feat. Bert Rogers, FLOOR IS LAVA & Collaborate Creator)

I walk along the dusty road Carrying a heavy load Taste of salt upon my lips Smith and wessons at my hips I can sense the changes in the night-time air And read the stars Half white man half Cherokee they fear me When I walk in bars I took a wife in San Jose Made her happy every day My Anne Marie was heaven sent But then I had the argument Two white Men accused me of Stealing horses, just a lie One of them had seen my wife She'd caught his eye, she'd caught his eye They told me we should fight at noon Outside the broken spoke saloon Sherriff said he couldn't help me none He didn't even have a gun So I faced those Boys alone The law had let me down And though I fought in self defence They ran me out of town I walk along the dusty road Carrying this heavy load Bitter taste upon my lips My personal apocolypse I remember summer breezes Flowing through her hair Now I'm sleeping under stars And wishing she was there Oh Anne Marie, do you still dream of me?